A clear, starry night loomed above number four, Privet Drive. Lately, people of all ages have been wandering around the street in dress-like cloaks. Lately, Mr. Dursley feels that society's fashion sense is going downhill.
As this wasn't enough, the news stated that owls appeared during the day, and rain suddenly became a shower of stars. Adding onto this, the people in the horrid cloaks have been passing rumors about Frisk Dearborn, his supposed niece he has never seen. Probably because his wife, Mrs. Dursley, wasn't fond of talking about anything relating to her sister, including relatives.
New fashion trends and unruly owls aside, Mr. Dursley drifts off to sleep, hoping nothing else will happen.
A few minutes later, a tall man appeared out of nowhere, his long, silver beard and half-moon spectacles shining under the starlight. He wore a purple robe that suited his bright blue eyes. The man was known as Albus Dumbledore.
Albus rummaged through his cloak to find a silver cigarette lighter. With him finding the lighter, he found out a cat was staring at him. This seemed to amuse him. He chuckled to himself and got back to work.
The lighter, also known as the Pan-Outer, was clicked twelve times by Dumbledore and the street lamps went out, so he wouldn't be seen, even by the nosy and beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley. Dumbledore finally turned his attention to the cat.
"I admire your patience, Professor McGonagall." The tabby cat stared at him for a second and swiftly shifted into a woman with rectangular glasses, an emerald-green robe, and her black hair tied up into a tight bun.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked, a little annoyed her cat disguise didn't work on the man.
"My Professor, I have never seen a cat act so stiffly in my long life."
"You'd also be the same if you had to sit on bricks for the entire day."
"All day? When I have passed many parties coming here?"
McGonagall huffed with an annoyed tone and spoke about the subject at hand.
"People are celebrating," she said impatiently. "If you don't know, your celebrations were on the Muggle news. People weren't even changed out of their robes Merlin's sake!",
"It's reasonable for the people to celebrate, considering the situation," said Dumbledore in a gentle tone. McGonagall responded with a sharp glance.
"Just because You-Know-Who is gone, doesn't mean we just reveal ourselves to the Mug- what are those?"
Dumbledore was holding two pieces of hard, yellow candy. "These are lemon drops, a Muggle sweet I've become fond of. Would you care for one?" Dumbledore held out the candy in his hand to McGonagall, gesturing for her to take one.
"No, thank you," said McGonagall moving Dumbledore's hand away from her. "As I was saying-"
A faint rumble came from the sky. It was growing louder and louder every minute, and a flying motorcycle zoomed toward the two and skidded to a stop, leaving much more dirt than desired.
A giant man stepped off the motorcycle. His face was hidden by his wild, black hair and beard. He was at least two times in height and five times in width than the average man, but he gently held a bundle of blankets in his muscular arms.
"Hagrid! You're early!"
The giant of a man known as Hagrid sheepishly put one hand behind his head.
"Sorry for the late notice, sir."
"Where'd you get the motorcycle?"
"Young Sirius lent it to me, sir. I have her, sir."
"Great job Hagrid."
Dumbledore and McGonagall walked over to the bundle, which was a baby girl. Under her tuft of reddish-brown hair was a peculiarly shaped cut that was heart-shaped.
"Is that where-?" McGonagall started.
"Yes, the scar will stay for the rest of his life. Now pass me the baby; let's get this over with." Dumbledore responded.
Hagrid passed the baby over to Dumbledore and watched as she was carried up to number four, Privet Drive. Hagrid then let out a howl, similar to a wounded dog.
"Shh!" hissed McGonagall, "You'll wake everyone up!"
"S-sorry." sobbed Hagrid. "With Gerald and Jess dead... Frisk left alone to the Muggles..."
"This is very sad indeed, but if you don't stop howling, she'll be found," McGonagall whispered.
Dumbledore set Frisk down on the doorstep and took out a letter from his cloak. He set it down neatly in the blanket bundle and rushed to the other two.
"That's that. We have no reason to be here. Let's leave and join the celebration."
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a muffled voice. "I have to return this bike to Sirius anyway. G'night Dumbledore sir, you to McGonagall." Hagrid hops onto the motorcycle, starts the engine, and soars into the night.
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Her only response was blowing her nose.
Dumbledore walked down the street and took out the Pan-Outer. He clicked once; twelve balls of light returned to the street lamps. The orange glow that returned to the area revealed the tabby cat at the street corner. He turned to see the bundle of blankets on number four's doorstep.
"Good luck, Frisk," he murmured. He turned on his heel, and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
Author's Note:
I do not own Harry Potter or Undertale!
Hello readers! Right now the story is just fanfiction made for fun and to improve my writing, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. The posts of this will probably be scattered, but that is just the problem when you can only write in your free time, and you're also in the middle of school.
The story is HEAVILY based on the Harry Potter novels, so if some idea and text are repeated, sorry, not sorry. The next post will have some action from the present-day action with Dudley's birthday, so stay tuned!
See you later!